Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 92 It’s Because He Won’t Believe You

“It’s fine if you don’t apologize.” Brendan’s expression was cruel. “However, I hope you don’t regret this.”

“Are you going to take it out on Sterling again?” Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. Is this all that you can do?!”

Brendan was not planning on punishing Sterling, yet he was infuriated that she would risk her life to protect him, so he said, “That’s right! You can choose not to apologize to her, but I will make sure that Sterling is on the most popular searches and enjoys the best treatment the paparazzi have to offer these days. You’re going to thank me then!”

‘Brendan is merciless. He would actually blackmail me to this extent…

It was obviously Charlene who had hit her first, yet she was forced to apologize to Charlene. There was no unfairness in Brendan’s world, but there was favoritism

when it came to the woman he loved.

Deirdre was used to that. “Sure, I’ll apologize!”

could I possibly make her apologize? It’s good that she is not injured. Plus… I’m fine. I would like to thank Ms. McKinnon for giving me the opportunity to take care of you

better before she spoke, as Brendan’s gaze

to protect Sterling yet ignore Brendan when he was sick. Her attitude toward Brendan was

mistake!” Brendan pursed his thin lips and looked down at her. “Perhaps she doesn’t know her place anymore without being given

with tears, and she said tenderly, “You’re

was nauseated by their affection for one another. She endured it with great effort and lowered her head toward Charlene. “I’m sorry, Ms. McKinney.

McKinnon. Why would I fuss about this matter

Deirdre’s hand with feigned enthusiasm, yet she held Deirdre’s hand so tightly that her nails dug into Deirdre’s flesh. She only loosened her grip when Deirdre began

displeased that she has to apologize to me. I think it would be better for us to leave, right? Your mother will be bringing you her chicken soup

her arm around Brendan’s arm and left. Deirdre’s knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, her soft

the savage, squeezed-up wounds on her hand. He was stunned for a

distance from her, so he clutched her wrist and asked, “What happened to your hand,